Z h i n o - Season winner (ep version)

And you will have no memory of it when you wake up
No memory, of your operation
The anaesthesia specialist will give you medications to reverse the anaesthesia
And you will awaken quickly
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Yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, Sweet boy mean pen
Stop chatting fam I never left, huh
They couldn't cope with these thoughts in my head, uh
I couldn't cope with these thoughts in my head
And now my thoughts get me head, I turned the table instead
I, remember thinking 'bout the drive got me tired
Only drive that I know now is my Uber, natural attire: hardrive, computer
And it's really just simple, I'm doing bits
They cross like a crucifix
They pray to god, whilst I look like a prey to god
Why?
Cus they never seen a yute wid dis power
Nah, they never seen the truth every hour
Im never short handed in the booth, I devour
Any rapper thinking that he sweet turned sour
Any girl who acted sour turned sweet
Just to meet the young G, yes please

They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
So say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for


Big man who you really talking too, uh
Seen the door a young G walking through, uh
Now you hate cuz you can't make these moves, uh
Yeah you hate, cuz your ting makes moves on da G
I can agree
Creating something super, the young Stan Lee
You should take a seat if you can't stand me
And loosen your grip if you can't handle me
Cuz where I come from you wait your turn my G
Ironic how they say I was born with the key
Why?
Cus they never seen a yute wid dis power
Nah, they never seen the truth every hour
Im never short handed in the booth, I devour
Any rapper thinking that he sweet turned sour
Any girl who acted sour turned sweet
Just to meet the young G, yes please

They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
So say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for

Who was you fighting
Anybody
Why
Well if they come to fight me, I fight them
They on the ground, not me
Was good on dese
What di boxers name I can't remember his name
Whats he look like
Black man
Muhammad Ali
Muh- I thats di boy, Muhammad Ali
But in my days nobody put me on the ground, none
I was very good on dese
Before you put me on the ground, I put you first

Writers: Amarae Cato Daniel

Lyrics © DistroKid

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